Twelve
Otori fell into bed with a smile on his face. He was in a rather good mood, but that had been happening real often. Ryou Shishido ended up becoming a friend to him and it seemed now like that he was getting work and play done at the same time. Otori just had to write articles about places he's seen or what was on his mind that could become a discussion topic. Otori remembered about his half-brother that he had to find… Shishido had offered to help but Otori was determined to find him on his own.
After all how hard could it be to find a multimillionaire…no...billionaire in this small city?
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"Jiroh, wake up," somebody ordered Jiroh. Jiroh himself didn't want to get up. He felt awful but warm under the covers where he was cocooned into them.
"Jiroh, I came all the way here with gifts and medicine and you won't even bother to even wake up even for a moment!" huffed a drawling voice.
Jiroh slowly opened his eyes to find Atobe Keigo standing over him with a couple bags in his hand looking a little worried.
"Sorry Atobe… Jiroh's not feeling well," he murmured.
Atobe smiled softly as Jiroh's eyes opened and he spoke to reassure his rich friend that he wasn't dead.
"I know you're not feeling well. You must be hungry through….and I brought you goodies too if you take your medicine and eat," he said.
Jiroh slowly blinked and sat up rubbing his eyes tiredly. He must've looked really horrible and almost felt embarrassed about it because he felt a little bit warmer than he did earlier.
"I…I bought some things and attempted to make soup, it's my first time cooking so be cooking so be nice!" warned Atobe handing Jiroh a container. Jiroh opened it and was handed a spoon to eat it with. He slowly took a bite and smiled.
"You're actually pretty good at cooking," he said.
Atobe looked relieved that his cooking passed Jiroh's taste test, even if it was just for now. It had been his first time making anything…and he had no clue how it would turn out.
"Ano...I-I wasn't sure if you liked things like this or not, if you don't-you don't have to keep it, it just reminded me of you…but here," said Atobe handing another bag to Jiroh who quickly finished off his soup to see what his next surprise was. He dug into the bag to have in both hands a fluffy white sheep plushie with black head and feet and it eyes so brown that they were orange.
"It's so cute! Thank you!" squealed out Jiroh before coughing again.
"And I think we need to give you medicine before that cough gets worse," pointed out Atobe.
Jiroh pouted, medicine tasted bad but he guessed if it meant that Atobe would spend time with him it would be worth it.
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Gakuto entered the room seeing his friend overly happy clinging onto a stuffed sheep after Oshitari and Atobe left. Jiroh grinned widely despite being sick. He had bright eyes and looked thrilled as he looked down at the sheep.
"I'm taking Atobe gave you that," said Gakuto sitting down on the bed beside his friend.
"Mm-hm! It's so cute, my first gift from someone other than you," Jiroh pointed out.
Gakuto laughed, "I guess so. You need to name it."
"Atobe and I already did, its name is Jouchi," answered Jiroh.
"Oh so I'm taking it this is yours and Atobe's baby," teased Gakuto with a smirk.
Jiroh turned bright red and squirmed a little with the stuffed animal still in his arms.
"Gakuto! You're so mean, it's not like that at all!"
"But I bet you wish it was…" pointed out Gakuto.
Jiroh's eyes saddened a little.
"You know our bodies don't allow that… We're both men. Plus, he doesn't even like me like that," he said.
Gakuto rolled his eyes.
"How would you know? I don't think someone you just met would rush all the way down here to make sure you were okay. Not to mention he's rich and never cooked in his life and attempted to make soup for you. If that doesn't show he cares, I don't know what will!" he exclaimed.
Jiroh nodded slowly and then he grinned.
"And I heard from Atobe that Oshitari helped you with work today… How was it? Did Gakuto-kun get his first real kiss?" he slyly asked.
"No I didn't get anything out of him except help if that answers your question. By the way he works faster than you and me. He finished forms, moving stuff, and stock half of the supplies in an hour and a half," Gakuto answered.
Jiroh's jaw dropped.
"Did you check to see what his handwriting looked like!" he exclaimed.
"What the hell Jiroh? Why should I pay attention to something like that?"
"Because his handwriting could get you millions," said Jiroh.
Gakuto for the second time in a night rolled his eyes at Jiroh's stupidity. Honestly, sometimes Gakuto wondered if Jiroh was into everything for the money. Not that Gakuto wasn't desperate to live a high style life, but sometimes Gakuto wondered… Jiroh had been born in a rich family with strict rules and so doing without might've been really hard for him at the time. Psh, let's face it a rich kid never lived off of instant ramen until he ended up with his peasant best friend.
"I'm not into him because of his money. I like him because he's one attractive and two because he seems like a nice guy," snapped Gakuto.
"So him being attractive is before him being a nice guy?" muttered Jiroh.
Gakuto whirled around his face red.
"There was no particular order in which I was describing him as for my reasons!"
"But you said one and for two," pointed out Jiroh with a snicker.
"Jiroh just shut the hell up! I'm taking a shower before I strangle you!" screamed Gakuto stomping out of the room and into the bathroom shutting the door with a loud slam.
"Yeah go relieve yourself Gakuto-kun!" called out Jiroh laying back down on the bed.
A second later Jiroh found himself being hit with a bar of soap and the bathroom door being slammed shut again.
(A/N: -chuckle- Dont kill me for something I did. This is an AU fic; and in the AU world anything can happen! Thanks for reading! See you next chapter!)
